It was the spirit of the workers that was dangerous. The tired, gray crowds ebbing and flowing perpetually into the mills had waked and opened their mouths to sing.
Mary Heaton VorseI had never before seen my friends come in beaten, their heads laid open, their noses broken, or seen them jailed for peaceably demonstrating that they wanted work. I had only known how workers lived. Now I was face to face with what our society did to workers who could get no work.
Mary Heaton Vorse... no one knows anything about a strike until he has seen it break down into its component parts of human beings.
Mary Heaton Vorse